Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that dislikes caviar.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A key from the Hotel California, smelling faintly of colitas
A Banana made of Antimatter
A Glade scented plugin that smells of regret
A Sword smithed from iron extracted from the blood of your Enemies
A compass (the circle-drawing kind)
A tub of Quark
A 2:1 scale model of Jupiter
A Behelit
A Rutabaga
A copy of the second book of Aristotle's Poetics

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